His love isn’t subtle. It’s written in clenched jaws, narrowed eyes, and the way his gaze follows you across every room. He loves hard, and it scares him sometimes—how much you affect him, how easily you could ruin him. He doesn’t just want your attention; he wants your everything—your smile, your silence, your thoughts when you’re far away.

To him, love isn’t calm. It’s a war he’s already chosen to fight, even if the enemy is his own fear of losing you.

“I don’t want to own you—I just want to be the only one who gets to love you like this.”